Chapter 123
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The office felt too small and suffocating. My head throbbed and a dull ache that mirrored the confusion swirled inside me. I needed something, anything, to hold onto, but my knees felt weak and were ready to buckle.
“Repeat what you said,” I heard myself snap, my voice sounding a little too loud, a little too sharp.
Sander flinched. The words had already been spoken. I heard everything but a part of me felt like I didn’t and I needed to hear it again.
“Connor is not your biological father,” he repeated, his voice was a lot weaker now.
Everybody else looked like a fish out of water and they didn’t look me in the eye.
The world tilted. My breath caught in my throat. What? This couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be real. There had to be a mistake. My mind raced, grasping for any other explanation, any way this wasn’t true. A wave of emotions crashed over me disbelief, anger, confusion. But mostly, it was pure, unadulterated shock.
I looked around at the people I called my parents. I searched their eyes, desperate for a hint, a flicker that would tell me this was all a joke, a cruel prank. But the truth was written in their expressions, a heavy, somber understanding that mirrored the words I’d just heard. My heart sank.
“But… why?” I managed to ask, the words tasting like ash. I was eighteen when they first told me my parents, the ones who had raised me with cruelty and hate weren’t my real parents. I had somehow found a way to accept that, to adjust.
And then, I learned my biological parents had given me away, like I was something unwanted, something disposable. That had hurt, deeply. But this… this was a whole new level of pain. My father wasn’t even my biological father.
The secrets were now too much to take and I’m tired. I’m tired of being hit by something new on a daily basis but most importantly I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I turned to my mother, my voice trembling, “Mom, please, tell me, explain.”
But it was my father who spoke, his voice rough with emotion. “Faith, you will always be my daughter.” he said it like it was some consolation prize that was supposed to make me feel okay.
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A bitter laugh escaped my lips, a sound so hollow it barely registered as mine. “Your daughter? You never treated me like your daughter,” I choked out, the words tumbling out in a rush of pain. The truth hit me with a sickening force.
He has never cared about me and he sure made me know it through his actions. I was always nothing to him and now it finally makes sense why.
But it also brought me back to what Alpha Sander said. He had said he killed my biological father.
“I wasn’t the only one who killed him,” The man I thought was my father said defensively before I could ask the burning question. “You were there too.”
A violent tremor ran through me. My knees gave out completely, and I felt myself falling, only to be caught by Astor. He held me close, a steady presence in the chaos. I leaned into him, needing his strength, even as I felt a surge of betrayal. I looked up at him, my eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears.
“Did you know?” I whispered, the question tearing at me.
I prayed with my heart and soul that he didn’t because atleast it meant I had one person I could trust who was honest with me.
He nodded, his gaze fixed on mine and a wave of dizziness swept over me. I swayed, my vision blurring. But then, I pulled away, straightening myself with a force I didn’t know I possessed. I looked at them again, their faces a blur of pain and regret.
this truly has to be the worst day of my life because this cannot be happening to me.
“Who was my father?” I demanded, my voice cracking.
Silence. They looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. The tension in the room was unbearable.
“Who was my father?!” I screamed, the sound raw and desperate.
Finally, Astor answered, his voice quiet but firm. “Alpha Benjamin of the fallen pack.”
The name hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. For a few seconds, I was frozen, unable to process it. Then, a guttural “No” escaped my lips. “It can’t be.” I turned to my mother, tears finally spilling down my cheeks, hot and relentless. “Mom, tell me it’s not true. Please, tell me this is a lie.”
But her silence, the look in her eyes, confirmed the horrifying truth. Alpha Benjamin. My biological father. The man who had been killed. The man I was somehow connected to. The realization was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my gut. And Kyle.
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It means that I’m related to Kyle. The man determined on ruining my life and also everyone close to me.
“How.” I don’t think there’s a good explanation to this and honestly I don’t want to hear it because everything that comes from my parents is a liar but I want to know how.
“I’m also from tha fallen pack Faith and your fatherand I were together before I found my mate.” my mother explained but with her I don’t even believe her because they’ve proved to be chronical liars.
“Why didn’t you tell me. How could you.” I asked.
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we were trying to protect you.” she said and yet trying to prove themselves great in front of me while they’ve done nothing but ruin my life.
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you were protecting me by killing my father.” I asked because that just happens to be the biggest blow I’ve gotten.
My father or the man I thought was my father and the one I loved and cared for like a father. My father–in–law. killed my father and my family.
I wrenched myself away from Astor. He reached for me, his hand grasping for my arm, but I shoved him back. “Get your hands off me!” I gasped, the words ripped from my throat.
In my eyes he is just as bad as they are. Not only because he is the son of the man I feel nothing but hate for because he killed my father but because he knew and he decided to hide it from me.
that means that he agrees with the decision they took and I don’t want to be anyway near him or even see him.
I ran out of the room, out of the house, out of the familiar world that had just shattered around me. My legs carried me, I was broken yet again. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I had to get away. Away from the lies, away from the pain, away from the devastating truth that had just ripped my world apart. I just kept running.
I don’t know where I was going and I didn’t care just as long as it was very far from the lies and the betrayal only to feel somebody putting something on my mouth and nose.
After that everything went black.
